Re: Robert's Poems (Part 2)

I went to my cousin’s when I was a child
Cos my mother went out to work
This cousin made me oft quite wild
He was a grade A first class twerp

Cuz & my older brother Max
Played with Meccano & shut me out
Same with Hornby set complete with tracks
Brother was a prize winning grouch

Many years passed when I was sixty
I went to a toyfair with a friend
I saw some Meccano , & was quite tricky
But I sussed it in the end


Please stallholder let me see & handle that old stuff
It’ll mean such a lot to me
Yes , you can he said quite gruff
I seized the opportunity

I’ve waited half a century for this event
AT last I touched the meccano set
I felt sorry for the waiting gent
Cos buying was not my intent

I only wanted to right a wrong
Inflicted on me when young
I now can see what was going on
But I missed a lot of fun

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Why go and seek out nuts and bolts
Just to give the memory jolts
Visualizing play mechanization
Could lead to emotional separation
The risk is high when answers seek
Best left alone for another week?
Life is here now, in this manor
Locate the thread
And twist the spanner.

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Good advice
Very wise
Can see how
Living now
Is the aim
In this game
our memories
Ain't what they used to be

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Journeys are great
The destinations "Whys and Where's"
More important though
Remembering how you got there.

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Footloose & fancy free
that's the road for some
But if you don't or cannot see
Down any road you'll come.

I was trying to make a rhyme out of
"If you don't know where you are going any road will do"
but failed.
Rather like a joke that has to be explained, the impact is lost..

This post will self destruct shortly..

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Hello RJ
Liked yer little poem anyway

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Another one ticked off the list, eh Robert? Mecanno was never my thing

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A Hairytale of New York.

I was a very hard up hippy, I used to have to make my joints from stale dried up bread crumbs, one day I was sitting smoking in a run down bar when I saw an old friend pass by, I left the crumby joint and went out to meet him. It was his first day in the big apple, my second, he was tall, I was small, I said hi, he said low, hello hello, you say goodbye and I say hello. We were like two idiots standing on the footpath looking for the sidewalk, the big apple was giving me the pips, suddenly a streetcar followed by a tram whizzed by and he was caught up in the gust and squashed beneath the wheels, what a mess, I went back to my stool in the bar and wept into my Bud, trying to make it last longer, every drop counts when it's 10 below outside. "Closing time Buster" growled the bartender as he lifted my glass and swished a filthy cloth under it, "Aint you got a home to go to?". Little did he know my home was a cardboard box on zero street, I was never very good remembering street numbers. "Aint yeh got no heart?" I asked through my tears, trying to sound like a native at the same time, "I just lost my best buddy, can't I just kip down in the corner over there" Whada ya think this is, skid row?" I didn't want to spoil his delusions of grandeur so I walked out into the freezing New York January weather.

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Jem, what a brilliant piece of writing.

Did I detect the style of CASABLANCA, or was it SPILLANE.?

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UNCLE BOB
My late uncle, Robert John, known to all & sundry as “Bob” spent 52 years at sea.
Sunk 3 times in WW2 , survived & later served in Korea.
Bob ran away to sea aged just 14, I use that term “ran away” loosely because he was a little “snot” as grannyused to say. I guess she knew him as well as anyone can & was probably pleased to have a spare bed, for she had 8 other kids to struggle with. All these mouths to feed, often with the addition of a lodger or two. That 2 up 2 down terraced slum, along with hundreds of others in this Port City were condemned in 1936 & demolished the same year. The horses, kept in the back garden went to a knacker’s yard, poor things.
Uncle Bob was my fathers’ next up older brother. There were 3 brothers namely Joseph Edward, known as Ted, then Robert John, known as Bob, and lastly my dad William, known as Bill.

TBC